SECOND SERVINGMAN.
So did I, I’ll be sworn. He is simply the rarest man i’ th’ world.
FIRST SERVINGMAN.
I think he is. But a greater soldier than he you wot one.
SECOND SERVINGMAN.
Who, my master?
FIRST SERVINGMAN.
Nay, it’s no matter for that.
SECOND SERVINGMAN.
Worth six on him.
FIRST SERVINGMAN.
Nay, not so neither. But I take him to be the greater soldier.
SECOND SERVINGMAN.
Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that. For the defence of a town our general is excellent.
FIRST SERVINGMAN.
Ay, and for an assault too.
Enter the Third Servingman.
THIRD SERVINGMAN.
O slaves, I can tell you news, news, you rascals!